Betty's POV

"Are you sick Bertha?" Ivan asked, his eyes narrowing at me. Fear slammed so fast into me that I literally jumped out of my seat. My mind raced wondering if there were any signs. I took my drugs this morning. I didn't look sick physically, and I applied makeup. There was no way he could guess I was sick..

. "Are you wishing me dead Mr Orlov? If I were sick, do you think I would keep up with your crap?" I barked at him, glaring daggers at him.

Ivan remained calm, ...